1. Poems about the May 4th Youth Day
Poems about the May 4th Youth Day 1. Poems about the May 4th Youth Day
Quatrain·Youth Lang
The dusk is chasing the morning frost,
The east sun is gradually turning yellow.
You cannot spread your wings high,
It is a waste of time for you to be a young man.
Yugezi·Ren Haixing
The smoke is confusing and the swallows are frightened,
The distant Tianjin ferry does not stop.
Go in the rain,
Let Piaoping,
Pingting laugh alone in the waves.
Extended information
May Fourth Youth Day originated from the May Fourth Movement in 1919. In order to enable young people to inherit and carry forward the glorious tradition of the May Fourth Movement, in 1939, the Northwest Youth National Salvation Federation of the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region designated May 4 as Chinese Youth Day. On December 23, 1949, the Government Affairs Council of the Chinese People's Government officially stipulated that May 4 is China Youth Day.
The core content of the May Fourth spirit is "patriotism, progress, democracy, and science. Youth is the simplest song, but it has the highest note in the continuous tune. Inside the note is the right The infinite affection and incomparable love of the motherland.
The responsibility of youth”
Today, even if some ancient Youth Day ceremonies are no longer held, their inherent spirit is worthy of inheritance. The ancient coming-of-age ceremony is not limited to formality, but uses etiquette to teach us what responsibility is. Today's young people must also assume their responsibilities to their families, society, and country, and become a person with both morals and morals.
During Youth Day, various commemorative activities are held across China. There are also many places that still hold coming-of-age ceremonies during Youth Day, focusing on various social volunteering and social practice activities.
2. Verses related to the May 4th Youth Day
Salute to the May 4th Youth Day, the youth, the energetic people; the youth, my China. I want to shout and shake off The mud and rotten tiles clinging to the great rivers and mountains; I want to use my blood to melt the frozen rivers and lakes. Young China, rushing China, my China. Is patriotism guilty? But you are facing the butcher's knife of a traitor; is patriotism worthwhile? But many of you have not enjoyed the sweetness of New China, ah! The dragon of China, the Great Wall of China, the Yellow River of China, the youth of China, my young China ------ the youth of 1919 has passed, youth will never come back, the annual rings will never come back, history She will not return again, but she will always remember the glory of the Chinese nation, with endless glory. 8888888888888888888888888888888888888 Current contemporary Author: Xu Zhimo Works: Go, go, go, go! I am alone on the peak of the mountain; go, human world, go! I face the endless sky.
Go, young man, go! Buried with the sweetgrass of the valley; Go, young man, go! Sadness is given to the crows in the dusk sky. Go, dreamland, go! I broke the jade cup of the illusion; Go, dreamland, go! I laugh and receive the congratulations of the mountain breeze and sea waves.
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3. Poems related to May 4th Youth Day
Salute to May 4th Youth Day
Youth,
Vibrant people ;
Youth,
My China.
I want to shout,
shake off the dirt attached to the great rivers and mountains. Mud and rotten tiles;
I want to use my hot blood,
to melt the frozen rivers and lakes.
Young China,
Flowing China,
My China.
Is patriotism guilty?
But you are facing the traitor’s knife;
Is patriotism worthwhile?
But many of you have not enjoyed the sweetness of New China,
Ah!
China's dragon,
China's Great Wall,
China's Yellow River,
China's youth,
My young China------
The youth of 1919 has passed,
Youth will never come back,
Annual rings It will never come back,
History will never come back,
But it will always be remembered on the monument of the Chinese nation,
shining with endless brilliance .
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Modern and contemporary
Author: Xu Zhimo
Work: Go
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Go, human world, go!
I am independent on the peak of the mountain;
Go, human world, go!
I face the endless sky.
Go, young man, go!
Buried with the sweetgrass of the valley;
Go, young man, go!
Sorrow is given to the crows in the dusk sky.
Go, Dreamland, go!
I broke the jade cup of the illusion;
Go, dreamland, go!
I laugh and receive the congratulations of the mountain breeze and sea waves.
Go ahead, whatever, go ahead!
There is currently a peak that reaches the sky;
Go, everything, go!
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Youth,
My China.
I want to use my shouts,
to shake off the clinging to the great rivers and mountains. Sludge and rotten tiles;
I want to use my hot blood,
to melt the frozen rivers and lakes.
Young China,
Flowing China,
My China.
Is patriotism guilty?
But you are facing the traitor’s knife;
Is patriotism worthwhile?
But many of you have not enjoyed the sweetness of New China,
Ah!
China's dragon,
China's Great Wall,
China's Yellow River,
China's youth,
My young China------
The youth of 1919 has passed,
Youth will never come back,
Annual rings It will never come back,
History will never come back,
But it will always be remembered on the monument of the Chinese nation,
shining with endless brilliance
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Very It’s hard to find a short one, so let’s make do
4. Poems about the May 4th Youth Day
Modern and contemporary
Author: Xu Zhimo
Work: Go
Content:
Go, human world, go!
I am independent on the peak of the mountain;
Go, human world, go!
I face the endless sky.
Go, young man, go!
Buried with the sweetgrass of the valley;
Go, young man, go!
Sorrow is given to the crows in the dusk sky.
Go, Dreamland, go!
I broke the jade cup of the illusion;
Go, dreamland, go!
I laugh and receive the congratulations of the mountain breeze and sea waves.
Go ahead, whatever, go ahead!
There is currently a peak that reaches the sky;
Go, everything, go!
There are currently infinite infinities!
Author: He Jingzhi
Work: Return to Yan'an (Don't let your heart beat so hard)
Content:
1
p>Don’t let your heart beat so hard,
Don’t cover my eyes with dust...
I won’t let go of the loess in my hand,
< p> Close to the heart....I returned to Yan'an in my dreams several times,
Holding Pagoda Mountain with both hands.
Thousands of voices are calling you
——Mother Yan’an is here!
Du Fuchuan sang and laughed at Liulinpu,
The red flag fluttered and waved.
White sheep belly handkerchief and red belt,
Relatives welcome them across the Yanhe River.
I was so full of words that I couldn't express myself at once,
I threw myself into the arms of my relatives...
Two
...delivered in Ershilipu Passing by Liulinpu to welcome him, he returned home after ten years of separation.
There are treetops, branches and roots.
Close to mountains and rivers, there are relatives.
The lamb sucked milk and looked at its mother,
The millet fed me when I grew up.
The millet in the east mountain and the valley in the west mountain,
The red flag on the shoulder and the book in the hand.
Taught me step by step,
My mother sent us across the Yellow River.
The road of revolution is thousands of miles long,
I am thinking of you all over the world...
Three
Rice wine oil steamed buns over charcoal fire,
Everyone sat around the kang.
The kiln is completely enclosed and airtight,
The sound of footsteps can still be heard beside my head. < /p>
Tears welled up in his eyes.
You have worked so hard to defend Yan'an,
A few more white hairs have appeared.
The Communist Youth League secretary also brought in the director of the society.
The little sheepherder back then has now grown into an adult.
The window paper is white and the window grilles are red.
The dolls are fighting to hold the handle.
A mouthful of rice wine is worth a thousand words,
The waves of the Yangtze River are rising.
The revolution has developed greatly in the past ten years,
I can’t say enough about these three thousand six hundred days...
Four
Tens of millions of legs Thousands of eyes would not be enough for me to walk around or see.
Holding the big mirror with the blue sky above my head,
Yan'an City shines in my heart:
The streets are wide and flat,
Each street is bright and clear. The buildings are covered with rainbows;
The electric lights are bright and bright,
Rows of green trees welcome the spring breeze...
I don’t recognize you compared to the past. ,
My mother changed into new clothes in Yan'an.
Five
The red flag of Yangjialing is flying high,
The revolution is climaxing for thousands of miles!
There are footprints at the foot of the pagoda mountain,
Chairman Mao climbed to Tiananmen!
The lights of Zaoyuan illuminate people's hearts,
The rolling Yanhe River shouts "Forward"!
Red Guards...Youth League...Red Scarves,
Generations of our heroes are walking...
Making great strides on the road to socialism,
The glorious Yanhe is still ahead!
My body has wings and my feet have clouds.
Return to Yan'an to see my mother!
5. Please write a poem about the May 4th Youth Day
I am waiting quietly for a voice to sing the "May 4th" song, but there are not many. People think of that moment eighty-three years ago. Now, the spring breeze is as expected, bringing the grass to grow and the willows to wave. The spring breeze is gentle, bringing the earth to flourish, and the flowers to bloom just for this moment. Our hearts are surging, and our hearts are rippling just for this moment. , our thoughts are rushing, our passion is flying, along a long corridor of history, the glorious journey has ups and downs, across a period of time, the colorful wings of youth soaring in the wind, eighty-seven years of ups and downs, we have gone through eighty-seven years of vicissitudes, the stars have changed, and we have not changed our ambitions. We are young - dreams are always carried on our shoulders. We are young - happiness is always packed in our luggage. Because the spiritual torch breaks through the clouds and fog, burning up the vastness. Because the flag of thought is destroyed and decayed, it flutters in the wind. Every year on this festival, we Sufficient and graceful, there is no glory. At this time of every year, we sing magnificently, and our songs and laughter are full of passion. Glory and dreams fall on us like bright spring light. Who remembers the publicity and telling of the "May 4th"? I remember the days full of courage and progress, the hot-blooded soul of youth, the glorious years full of blood and resistance. Oh, May Fourth is far away. No one, not many people think of you, but you are not originally. Who do you need to commemorate the flowers you bloomed eighty-three years ago? I don’t expect to be chanted by people who are nearly a century apart. I know you deeply love the motherland. I know you spread your blood for democracy and science. I know you fell. Youth is not only for home and country, it is a spirit of unyielding freedom, democracy, science and patriotism. They fly over the Great Wall, mountains and rivers. They travel through history, memory and time. I believe there will always be people who will remember that there are always people who are unwilling to be silent in the bustling and noisy world. There are always some souls behind urban life who will not fall behind those earrings and long hair. There are always some sober voices singing softly. Come on, let us sing about this beautiful spring, sing about our prosperous motherland, and sing about our youth and rush. Come on, the blood in your veins, let us sing, sing the warble of freedom, sing the light like fire, sing the spirit of freedom, the independent soul, it is near, the May Fourth Movement will be engraved by us, let us take over the eight-year-old spirit. Thirteen years of body-temperature torches dedicated youth and blood to our beloved motherland.
6. Poems about May 4th Youth Day, shorter
In the morning we are a group of white doves that scatter whistles and open up large tracts of sunshine and love. At night we are a group full of passion. Inspiring notes of colorful neon and popular colors far and near, we are the masters of XX, we are outstanding members of the XX family. Facing the turbulent waves of the market economy, we take advantage of the east wind of reform and opening up to control the stormy waves with strength and confidence, and go with diligence and wisdom. Create a beautiful voyage. We are the messengers of civilization. Patriotism and law-abiding are our behavioral standards. Courtesy and integrity are our rules for doing things. On the journey of building a harmonious Shaoye, we work hard and make selfless contributions to enhance the value of life in our posts. We are the strong voice of the times. Don’t settle for mediocrity and silence. The outside world is magical and wonderful. Go and open the door of your heart that has been closed for a long time. Let the wind of freedom and the colorful clouds stretch freely. Let the freshness and beauty of youth bloom. We are the wise men of life. We have been lost in history. After experiencing the vicissitudes of the years and being washed by wind and rain, today we are full of pride and have the courage to chase the sun to catch up with modern civilization and show the eyes of the world. We are the pride of society and we like to weave colorful dreams to make life colorful. We use our enthusiasm to drive away the shadows, we use our hands to create the future, bathed in the sunshine and rain of the new century, running on the road to building a well-off society, we sow the ideal of an annual output of 300,000 tons of lead and zinc, and look forward to the realization of the goal of making the enterprise stronger and bigger. The beautiful blueprint has been drawn and the clarion call for progress has been sounded on the journey of modernization. Let us beat the drum of "innovation and create efficiency" and hold high the banner of "bugle, hand and post" and stride towards the glory of the new century.
7. Do you have any poems about the May 4th Youth Day?
I was waiting quietly for a voice to sing the "May 4th" song, but there were not many people. Thinking of that moment eighty-three years ago, now the spring breeze is as expected, bringing the grass to grow and the orioles to fly, the green embankments to the willow waves, the warm spring breeze, bringing the earth to flourish, the flowers to bloom just for this moment, our hearts are surging, and the sea of ????hearts are rippling just for this moment, Our thoughts are rushing and our passion is flying. Along a long corridor of history, the glorious journey has ups and downs across a span of time. The colorful wings of youth are flying in the wind for eighty-seven years. Young - Dreams are always carried on our shoulders. We are young - happiness is always packed in our luggage. Because the spiritual torch breaks through the clouds and fog, burning up the vastness. Because the flag of thought is destroyed and decayed, it flutters in the wind. Every year on this festival, we are romantic. Suave, unparalleled glory. At this moment of every year, we sing magnificently, with heroic songs and laughter. Glory and dreams fall on us like bright spring light. Who remembers the publicity and telling of the "May 4th"? I remember the days full of courage and progress, the hot-blooded soul of youth, the glorious years full of blood and resistance. Oh, May Fourth is far away. No one, not many people think of you, but you are not originally. Who do you need to commemorate the flowers you bloomed eighty-three years ago? I don’t expect to be chanted by people who are nearly a century apart. I know you deeply love the motherland. I know you spread your blood for democracy and science. I know you fell. Youth is not only for home and country, it is a spirit of unyielding freedom, democracy, science and patriotism. They fly over the Great Wall, mountains and rivers. They travel through history, memory and time. I believe there will always be people who will remember that there are always people who are unwilling to be silent in the bustling and noisy world. There are always some souls behind urban life who will not fall behind those earrings and long hair. There are always some sober voices singing softly. Come on, let us sing about this beautiful spring, sing about our prosperous motherland, and sing about our youth and rush. Come on, the blood in your veins, let us sing, sing the warble of freedom, sing the light like fire, sing the spirit of freedom, the independent soul, it is near, the May Fourth Movement will be engraved by us, let us take over the eight-year-old spirit. Thirteen years of body-temperature torches dedicated youth and blood to our beloved motherland.
8. What are the May Fourth poems?
"Perseverance·Continuation" The "May 4th era" carried the prosperity of countless dragons.
While looking for traces of that era, we were fortunate enough to find its sassy figure. History is in the past, and the layout marked ninety-two years ago has also been blurred.
However, our Chinese people’s emotion towards it remains everlasting, as do their faith and persistence in the “patriotic spirit”. Let us together hold on to a tacit understanding that has never been promised, the flame of nineteen years.
A raging fire was ignited in this piece of Chinese land, and it finally couldn't hold back the anger in its heart. Show those "ignorant children" a courage that surprises the world.
We are the sons and daughters of the Chinese nation and the descendants of the dragon. We want to declare to the world: China is the young mountains and rivers, China is the huge waves of the waves, China is the roaring tide of hard work! We fight in the long river of history, whether it is strong winds or heavy rains, whether it is sadness or vicissitudes of life.
Nothing can swallow up our glory, my mother, I know your pain and haze. I heard your screams and saw your scars.
The May Fourth fire is burning. That is, the spirit of patriotism and the action of protecting the country.
The annual rings will never come back, and history will never come back. We have lost our way, suffered vicissitudes of life, and been washed by wind and rain. Today, we are standing here again. Use our hands to create our future! The beautiful blueprint has been drawn, and the horn of advancement has been sounded.
Please let us carry the "May Fourth spirit" that never grows old with the tenacity of life! Style and Property (Title) What kind of long night will it be? We asked questions to the yellowed vertical traditional Chinese characters. What kind of lightning and fire are they like in the long night? Our grandfathers in their prime.
How many sparks have we inherited from the burning embers? The smoke and dust of the past ninety years have been brushed away, just like they were in their age, just like in the spring of that year. We roll up our sleeves and feel our own pulse. We put our ears close to the pulse and listen - how much of the May Fourth wave is still surging in our blood vessels. Voice? The police's rifle butts are very hard, making people feel frightened; the bayonets are shiny, and the frail students are pitiful. However, a country that has been dull for many years is even more pitiable, and its people who have been sleeping for a long time are even more pitiful.
Summary for peace, compensation, cession of territory, concession, this is true for defeat, and so is victory. How can there be such a truth in the world? A government that "happily agrees" to a humiliating treaty is just a piece of cake.
There is no need to let things go on forever, the country is no longer a country! From the Red Mansion to Tiananmen Square, it is destined to be an unusual journey. Every footprint on the road is engraved with the endless pride of young people.
The sound of footsteps is like the spring thunder resounding in the sky, telling the whole world - Chinese youth, wake up! Give me back Qingdao! Xie Shaomin, a law student at Peking University, bit off his middle finger, wrote in blood on the broken lapel, and hung it in front of Tiananmen Square.
The gorgeous blood is like a sun, full of strength, shining through the dark abyss.
The students who burst into tears are willing to suffer, cry out and bleed for the country. They packed their clothes and went to jail, and they prepared suicide notes to say goodbye to their families.
At the critical juncture of history, they did not hesitate to hold their young shoulders straight, and they shouldered the national justice that those meat-eaters were unwilling to pursue. May Fourth is a symphony, and May Fourth is a song of righteousness.
A majestic and patriotic symphony, a song of righteousness that continues one after another. Our grandfathers did not leave us even a single photo or a single silver dollar. All they left us was a blue shirt with a back view of youth and ideals. To us, that is a family property with eternal style...